Sometimes that’s as good as it getsPosted: January 21, 2012
I spent a lot of time last winter trying to “capture” the elusive male cardinal. I set up camp by a window where I’d have the best shot at him. I’d patiently wait. And wait. And wait. As soon as I had to get up and move for some reason (sometimes just to move!), he would show up and I’d miss the shot. Or that brilliant red would catch the eye of one of the cats and they would scare him off by jumping up on the windowsill. Eventually I settled for this photo although I did keep trying throughout the winter. It was as good as it was going to get.
This year I haven’t seen much of the male cardinal. He seems to prefer the neighbor’s birdseed over mine. Perhaps the neighbors are away or they’ve forgotten to put out seed. Whatever the case, the male cardinal and his mate have been frequenting our homemade bird feeder. Maybe we scored points with them for originality. After all, how many folks have a bird feeder made from an old bicycle tire?
They are both still difficult to capture, flying off at the slightest movement indoors. So I feel pretty lucky to have managed to capture him and her this morning. I suspect these shots are as good as it gets for this year (and for my camera).
The cardinal’s presence reflects a time to renew our vitality. It reflects lessons in developing and accepting a new sense of our own true self-importance.
~ Ted Andrews, Animal Speak
The mourning doves, on the other hand, are quite cooperative. They sometimes have to be chased away as they will sit smack in the middle of the food as if brooding over an egg.
The little birds don’t mind me at all as long as I don’t move too much. They always travel in mixed groups, and I haven’t yet tried to identify anything other than the Dark-Eyed Junco. They will put up with a few shifts and movements before suddenly taking off all at once.
M and I went cross-country skiing early this afternoon. We didn’t go far. Just around Breezy Acres a few times. I took my first trip down our big hill. It’s not really a big hill, as you can see from the photo above. But it’s the best hill we have, and I’m a little shaky on the first trip or two down a hill which tends to increase the size of the hill in my mind. I prefer flat ground. And mild to moderate uphills. I’m good at those.
The first trip down usually requires some time for me to think about it and work up the nerve to go. This time I didn’t bother. I fit my skis in the tracks M had made and took off, shouting “wheeeeeee!” on the way down. You can see where I swerved to the left a little. That’s where my monkey-mind thought about what could happen rather than staying in the fun moment, which caused me to try to slow down. It’s easy to lose your balance if you start thinking ahead and worrying about things that are unlikely to happen.
I took a walk back to the woods today, too. It’s beautiful back there, as it always is in the winter after a good snowfall.
That’s it from the Bogs for this wonderful wintry Saturday. Thank you for visiting. The sun came out late this afternoon and the sky is the most amazing shade of blue. I bet the sunset is going to be colorful. There are just enough clouds left to create extra texture and color in the sky. We can watch from the living room, near the fireplace, staying warm as we toast the setting sun.